High-profile King

Although the war between Shanjin and Jiangchu, which borders Yiyuan, is a goose nest, Yiyuan has never been affected, and instead made a fortune for war.

For example, the seafood in Niuti Port has been so popular in the past year. As long as the fishing boats return to the port, no matter what dead fish or shrimps are, they will be sold out immediately. Zhang Jiaozhi and his like are greatly benefited. They are asked to export the Shanjin military to make cans blessing.

However, people who are not far-sighted must have near-worries, and they have experienced more unexpected strange things.

Although he couldn't think of where the war came from, Zhang Jiao didn't take it lightly. He turned his head and looked at the tall, fat, slightly greasy young man who opened his mouth and said, "Where did you come from, Xiongtai?"

The tall and fat young man sitting opposite Zhou Jinbao answered the question with a cold face and said: "I am a female, not a Xiongtai."

"Ah, disrespect, disrespect," Zhang Jiao was taken aback, looking at the black velvet beard around her mouth, and said dryly: "No, disrespectful, disrespectful.

I'm sorry, my eyes have been a little astigmatic recently, and I see things vaguely. Seeing you have short hair, I think you are a man.

Ha, ha ha, big, uh, miss, sister, where did your words come from? "

"Analysis." The tall and fat young woman said concisely.

"Analysis, this is too abstract." Zhang Jiao asked without explanation: "What is the analysis method?"

"It's very complicated, and it's not clear for a while," the tall and fat young woman said: "In short, it is to design a module first, then fill in various information, derive, and finally draw a conclusion.

For major events such as war predictions, because too many predictive factors are required, the accuracy rate is not very high, about 7% to 11%. "

"It turned out to be guessing." Zhang Jiao twitched his mouth and moved his eyes to Zhou Jinbao, who looked a little embarrassed and wanted to stop the sympathetic speech but was not good at acting. He deliberately asked: "Chief Zhou, is this your girlfriend? ?

Quite interesting. "

Zhou Jinbao hadn't spoken yet, the tall and fat young woman replied first with no expression: "I am not Jinbao's girlfriend, but a good friend I have known since childhood."

"Is it small? Haha, it's good." Zhang Jiao no longer wanted to talk nonsense with this bearded woman at this time, and casually said something that he didn't know, and continued to eat the soup pot.

But the tall and fat young woman obviously didn't want to let him go, and added: "We are not growing up. Brother Jin Bao is 9 years and 5 months older than me. He is the brother who took care of me when I grew up.

And war is a major event that can change the future and destiny of a country. It is already very accurate to have a prediction accuracy of 7 to 11%..."

"Don't talk about Yingying." Zhou Jinbao on the opposite side finally couldn't help but stop his companions from ignoring the current affairs.

The fat young woman was taken aback, stopped talking, and silently bowed her head to eat.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhang, my sister is an otaku, and she often comes up with some whimsical ideas. I'm sorry." Zhou Jinbao was relieved when he saw this, and turned to apologize to Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao waved his hand very greatly, gobbled up his noodle soup, and wandered away from Thyme.

As a result, just a few minutes later, he suddenly turned back, and went straight to Zhou Jinbao's table to sit down, looking at the fat young woman who was stuffed with mutton noodles, and asked: "Miss, what's your name?"

"Han Ying." The tall and fat young woman replied without raising her head.

"Han Ying, it's such a good name." Zhang Jiao gave a very soulless compliment, then looked at Han Ying carefully and said, "You are not a dictator, right?"

Han Ying rolled his eyes and glanced at him, shook his head and said, "No, I haven't heard of it. What is a life master?"

"Similar to an astrology master or a fortuneteller," Zhang Jiaogan said with a smile: "But it's not a liar, but a very special kind of monk or Awakened One.

I only recently learned of the existence of such a person by chance. "

"How special is it?" Han Ying asked curiously.

Zhang Jiao replied word by word: "Fate can be seen through, and everything is true!"

When he thought about this mysterious and domineering answer, Han Ying would surely surprise Han Ying, but he did not expect that the tall and fat young woman just curled her lips and said in a different and inconsistent tone: "That's fortune-telling, and I rely on it. It is scientific analysis.

You just went out and saw some war omen. "

"Passing chariots and mechas, from the west end of Date Palm Street, there are continuous troops coming close," Zhang Jiao nodded and said, "And I just answered the phone, and the Kashgar City Council adjourned today.

I feel that the situation is very bad, so I hurried back to ask you for advice. "

"You are quite interesting," Han Ying finally glanced at Zhang Jiao again after hearing the words, "He has a bit of status but can lower his posture, not like a good person."

"Of course I am not a bad one, uh, Miss Han, you are trying to say that I don't look like a bad person." Zhang Jiao said in shock when he heard this.

"No." Han Ying shook her head and said, "It is normal for a person in a high position in society to pose a great posture.

Your words and deeds just now proved this, but now..."

"I didn't put on a great posture just now," Zhang Jiao blurted out and interrupted Han Ying, "but this is not the point.

The point is that I am a person who believes in ‘killing the superior and guilty’, and you are now the superior in my eyes, so you will show respect.

If the situation is urgent, let's not go around again, okay, please tell me clearly, where did the war you speculate come from? "

"You got around first, okay?" Han Ying retorted, and after seeing Zhang Jiao silently accept it, he said straightforwardly: "Have you heard of the famous Macedonian battle during the mainland melee 5473 years ago?"

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhang Jiao exposed his ignorant face, shook his head and said.

So Han Ying began to explain to him. "At that time, Japan Mande, a powerful country in the Western Continent, and another powerful country, Fa Gaul, were in a cold war-like state of hostility.

For self-preservation, Fagalu laid a solid line of defense on the border with Rimande, which was called ‘impossible to be conquered’ and named it after the designer’s name ‘Macedonia’.

As a result, I didn’t expect that the Japanese did not attack the Macedonian line at all. Instead, they sent troops to wipe out the neighboring weak country Polzi and launched an offensive from the other side of the border of Fagalu..."

"Ah, what do you mean is that Jiang Chu and Shan Jin have not broken the game for a long time," Zhang Jiao suddenly interrupted after hearing the strings of the piano: "So I picked up Yi Yuan's idea and wanted to attack Shan Jin in a roundabout way.

But this is too ridiculous, Yiyuan is not Jiang Chu's neighbor, the two countries are thousands of miles away.

If 10% of the military force can play a role of 20% or 30% in a long-distance attack, it will already burn a high incense, and it is not worth it. "

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